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ZAGER

Appearance: Zager is a tall, fierce-looking fox, with dark fur reminiscent of ash, and dark glittering eyes of sapphire. He has a heavy Northern accent that leans towards almost German.

Zager has a belt fashioned from strands of black leather knotted skillfully together, with a gold coin the size of an apple tied into its center. Hooked to his belt is a leather sheathe nade from ermine hide, that carries his weapon of choice: A long, curving cutlass with a jagged, razor-edged blade, known as a Dussage. He also carries a bone-handled dagger, which he fitted into a small pocket in his right leather gauntlet.

Draped in a flowing black cloak and sporting his infamous cutlass, he cuts a fearsome figure obviously born and bred to kill.

Personality: Calm, unforgiving, violent, fierce: Zager's soul is like that of the cold Northern Seas of his homeland. With an iron will and a weapon in either paw, the fox spares lives when he fancies it and slays when ordered to, accomplishing any task demanded of him easily, steadily, and thoroughy. A near-perfect Mercenary.

Backstory: Little is known of Zager's life story besides what he's told past companions from his last gigs:

He had been born in the Northlands to a Warlady, but kidnapped and raised by one of her rivals, a mercenary fox known as Ruvin Blackblade, leader of an infamous company of rogues and thieves willing to shed blood for food or coin.

Somewhere along that line Ruvin was killed-Be it due to sickness, starvation, murder or warfare, no one seems to know but Zager. And when Ruvin went to Dark Forest's Gate, his adopted son took his belongings and left the Blackblade Company to follow whatever path fate had chosen for him, earning his living in many lines of dirty work, including as a bodyguard for a petty lord, as a bouncer for a Tavern, as a Sea Rogue, as an Assassin, and finally, as a Mercenary, which he had figured was his calling. When asked what job he favored, he often told whoever asked that he had no particular favorite, though he despized being an Assassin, which he believed was a coward's work.